It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Use your own flesh and blood and armor to block the death charge of the Jialan cavalry.

The bloody battle begins.

Nearly seven thousand Jialan cavalrymen rushed down the hillside. Those monster-like tall horses raised a cloud of dust as they ran, and rushed towards the knights below with an attitude of almost destroying everything.

As usual, a hail of arrows was prepared, but the number of Jialan cavalry did not decrease much. Relying on their excellent mobility, they quickly passed the front of the main army of the empire and attacked the right wing of the army formation.

The Jialan people attacked from the right wing, and the Knights met them in time, starting to charge at an accelerated speed to collide with the Jialan cavalry - this was destined to be a head-on fierce battle.

The Jialan cavalry in the front quickly collided with the heavily armored knights in the front row. A teeth-grinding sound of metal collision and the high-pitched neighing of war horses mixed together. Almost at the moment the two armies collided, nearly half of the heavily armored knights were killed!

The Jialan cavalry waved their scimitars on their horses and laughed wildly with arrogance.

But now the momentum of their charge has slowed down, and the heavily armored knights have withstood the most terrifying wave of death charge with their own sacrifice.

The remaining Jialan cavalry rushed into the column of light cavalry.

At this time, the number of Jialan cavalry was still overwhelmingly superior. Soon, the light cavalry unit of more than 2,000 people could not withstand the intensive offensive and began to retreat to the rear.

Gwyneth watched calmly from a distance from the battlefield.

Through the series of preparations in the previous article, we can know that Gwyneth Tudor is a cavalry general with outstanding talent. She studied under the best teachers and received sufficient experience.

Most importantly, even in the most critical situations, she was able to make calm judgments instead of rashly leading her subordinates.

Gwyneth inherited the Duke of Tudor's vision. On the battlefield, many skills and experiences can be taught, but vision is innate and cannot be expressed in words.

She is patient and calm enough.

She was waiting for the moment when the charge momentum of the Jialan Cavalry would completely fall to the bottom.

It's coming fast, right now.

Gwyneth ordered her men to attack.

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Just when the Jialan cavalry thought they were about to break through the Knights' defense line and start slaughtering the infantry phalanx as before.

A strange-looking troop of about a thousand cavalrymen suddenly rushed out from the left side of the Jialan cavalry.

These murderous Jaran people took a closer look and found that this team was very strange. Not only did they have war horses, but there were also some pack horses mixed in, as if all the usable horses had been pulled out - and there were two people riding on each horse.

One of these two men was a spearman.

The other one was also a spearman.

Neither the horses nor the soldiers were loaded, so they reached the battlefield at a great speed.

The spearmen jumped off their horses.

Three thousand spearmen threw spears at the Galan people who had lost their momentum to charge.

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Chapter 41: Eat the arrow again! (Please click!)

About half an hour before the siege began, Gwyneth approached her father and described her envisioned tactics to him in the simplest terms:

First, withstand the first wave of charge from the Jialan cavalry, wait until the momentum of the horses' sprint slows down, and then use the ambushed spearmen to launch a surprise attack on the cavalry from the side.

When not moving at high speed, the spearmen are

The magic weapon to restrain heavy cavalry - the ambushed spearmen will attack from the side of the horse, knocking the rider off the horse or simply piercing through it.

You should know that people are not as flexible when riding on horses as on the ground, and it is especially difficult to turn around in time to meet the enemy.

General Banur, with his intuition gained from many years of combat, keenly realized that this method was feasible.

After all, they were in a hurry to meet the enemy, and the baggage such as the chevaux de frise had to be left behind, and the number of their own cavalry was indeed much weaker than that of the Galan people.

If they had used conventional tactics, the Knights would have suffered heavy losses, and might even have lost their positions, leaving the Imperial Army's right wing defenseless.

Banur then made a prompt decision and adjusted the deployment of the Knights according to the strategy proposed by Gwyneth.

The general's prestige ensured that his orders were carried out. The most elite heavy infantry from each legion were quickly selected and formed into a spear team of thousands of people.

When the Jialan people attacked the knights and the speed of the horses slowed down, this team rushed out from the flank in time and attacked the Jialan cavalry.

A spearman ran quickly, his biceps flexing.

He gathered all his strength, with intense national hatred and family feuds and deafening shouts, and thrust the sharp tip of his spear into the beautiful blue eyes of a certain Jialan cavalryman.

The Jialan man fell off his horse with a thud, like a candied haws that had been stabbed by a bamboo stick. His frightened mount ran away madly.

The same situation continued to happen around them. Countless Jialan cavalrymen were thrown off their horses one after another like dumplings being cooked.

These unfortunate guys who were stabbed to the ground caused great trouble to the remaining Jialan cavalry: those who were still fighting on horseback had to pull the reins repeatedly to avoid accidentally stepping over their own people.

Just as they were frantically trying to reorganize the offensive, the two thousand light-armored knights who had retreated earlier came forward again and began to encircle and kill the remaining Galan cavalry in an orderly manner under the command of Gwyneth.

The Jialan people, who had always been invincible in cavalry confrontations, felt a little panicked. They had unknowingly fallen into the quagmire of the Imperial Army's offensive:

In front of you is a well-organized and high-morale light cavalry unit, on the left are spearmen who are eyeing you and ready to poke your kidneys, and in the back, the heavy armored knights who survived the charge are also adjusting their posture and starting to attack the Galan people at the end.

What does it mean to be attacked from both sides? This is what it means to be attacked from both sides!

The commander who led the Jialan cavalry to launch a surprise attack was still thinking about stabilizing the situation at this time. While fighting with the knights, he loudly gave orders to the remaining cavalry, thinking of leading the remaining people to break out and at least preserve his own manpower.

But Gwyneth, who was far away, immediately noticed the commander - or more precisely, noticed his hairstyle (a high-top braid, shaved around the edges, with an emerald tied to the braid).

She quickly conducted a reconnaissance and concluded that this man with a unique aesthetic taste should be the commander of this team.

Gwyneth took off the hunting bow from her back, sat upright on the horse, and pulled the bowstring steadily.

She aimed at the head with the pigtail that was shaking constantly on the horse.

Gwyneth narrowed her eyes, her long fingers loosely gripping the arrow's tail feathers.

Her hands were steady, her heartbeat impossibly calm.

There was a very light "whoosh" sound.

The tip of the arrow penetrated the fragile vitreous body with huge potential energy and embedded deeply into the skull. When the Jialan officer fell down with his mouth wide open, the tail feathers of the arrow were still trembling vigorously.

His tightly tied hair somehow came loose, and the emerald on his head fell to the ground, where it was snatched by the soldiers - even the Galan people themselves were grabbing it.

From this story, we can understand that no matter how rich you are, you must choose the right time to show off your wealth: why would you stick a gem on your head during a war?

The death of the commander caused the remaining Jialan cavalry to fall into an uproar. They gradually lost their will and began to flee in another direction under the deliberate drive of the light cavalry, gradually moving away from the battlefield.

Without the commander's supervision, and in a situation where he was attacked from all sides, and his kidneys were poked from time to time, no one could bear it!

Come on, as long as you have the green mountains, you will not be short of firewood. If you can't beat me, can't you just run away?

withdraw!

When the first Jialan cavalryman who wanted to retreat began to flee towards the intentionally left gap, the fear of fighting quickly infected all the remaining people like wildfire on the grassland. The surviving Jialan cavalrymen retreated one after another and followed the horse of the first escaper in shame.

Gwyneth didn't pursue it further.

She whipped her horse and gave a second order to the surrounding light-armored knights: "All light cavalry who can still fight! Each person loads an infantryman onto their horse and charges from behind the Jialan people! Launch a surprise attack!"

Guerrilla warfare is her forte.

If King Jia Lan had witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he would probably be furious to death: he had been using this tactic of attacking the flanks and raiding the rear all his life, but in the end, he was dealt with by someone using the same method.

The morale of the surrounding knights was boosted by their successful defeat of the Jialan people.

They raised

With weapons in hand, he responded loudly to Gwyneth's orders, quickly pulled up the surrounding infantry who were still able to fight, and rushed towards the Jialan troops who had lost their right wing barrier.

About a quarter of an hour later, the slave soldiers who were struggling to fight against the synchronized infantry phalanx were surprised to find that the ferocious-looking Jialan officers who were waving whips to supervise the battle behind them had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a group of devil-like imperial people: they either rode horses with guns, riding and stabbing, or held swords and wore armor, and pounced on anyone they saw like zombies that had been hungry for three months.

At this moment, after fighting with the slave soldiers for almost an hour, the infantry phalanx, which had begun to show signs of fatigue, also showed subtle changes.

The wounded and exhausted soldiers retreated in an orderly manner to rest under the cover of their comrades, and then another legion, full of energy and energy, came forward with shields and weapons in hand.

The numerical advantage of the Imperial Army was clearly revealed at this time - you never thought, little guy, we have a reserve legion!

Slave Soldier: ...

Slave soldier: Come on, come on, fight me. Come on, fight me if you have the guts.

For a moment, the slave soldiers' formation was as lively as the New Year. From every direction came the howling of ghosts and wolves, some shouting for their fathers, some cursing for their mothers, and some even dropping their weapons and surrendering.

A cavalry captain who followed Gwyneth to attack the rear fought for a long time until the tip of his spear was almost blunt. Only then did he realize that the slave soldiers around him had completely lost the courage to continue fighting.

These people were slaves forced onto the battlefield. Without officers supervising the battle, their will to fight was weaker than a puddle of mud.

The cavalry captain thought it would be better to force these people to surrender than to continue killing them indiscriminately, so he shouted at the top of his voice: "Those who surrender their weapons will not be killed——"

Then there was a crackling sound of metal falling to the ground all around.

The cavalry captain looked down and found that none of the slave soldiers around him were holding weapons. They surrendered their weapons voluntarily and consciously with a good attitude.

Before he could say anything, the other party knelt down on the spot very skillfully, without any intention of resisting.

Cavalry Captain: ...I still have two words to say.

In the end, some of King Jialan's troops fled and some were captured.

From then on, this bloody siege battle was basically over.

The sky was already getting light, and as dawn approached, a light rain began to fall.

Countless corpses lay on the hillside shrouded in rain. Some of them even had steam coming out of their mouths, and blood was gushing out from all parts of their bodies. The falling rain fell on the faces of the dead soldiers, like silent tears.

Chapter 42: Not Anyone (Keep Going! Click!)

When Gwyneth held onto the saddle and jumped off the horse, her figure was already slightly swaying.

The all-night fight and bloody battle drained the last bit of strength from the girl's body. In the end, she was completely numb and only managed to hold on through the entire fight on her last breath.

Brutal fighting, arrows that could hit you at any time - this battle was also unprecedentedly cruel for Gwyneth.

By the time her weak feet touched the ground again, she felt as if she were in another world.

The surroundings were not quiet at all, but rather indescribably noisy. Gwyneth suddenly relaxed her mind and her vision went dark. She had to lean on her horse, her fingers tightly gripping the raised part of the saddle to suppress the foul air surging in her throat.

Gwen's status was not low, but not many people noticed her discomfort and unbearable situation at the moment.

Makeshift sheds had been erected in the open space of the camp, filled with rows of wounded soldiers. Everywhere was filled with bloodstains and the smell of rusty iron, as well as the painful shrieks of the wounded as the stretcher-bearers worked.

Auxiliary soldiers of the logistics corps are shuttling around in the camp. They have to check the soldiers' injuries, perform emergency treatment, feed them water, apply medicine, stop bleeding and bandage them. They are so busy that they just wish their parents had given them two more arms.

In the past, this work was not undertaken by any special corps, but after the battle, the soldiers who were still able to move would carry out the rescue of the wounded.

There are few specialized doctors, and it is basically difficult to save people with slightly more serious injuries. Whether they can survive depends mainly on their personal physical condition and God's blessing.

But after the Prime Minister of the Empire - to be precise, Xiao Niao was not the Prime Minister at that time - took charge of the army's logistics affairs, he specially organized an entire logistics corps to be responsible for treating the wounded and maintaining the health of the army.

The hellish scene of the battlefield seemed to flash before Gwen's eyes again, and everything he saw was blood red.

She shook her head a little slowly. Everything she saw was black, red, and muddy. Everything made her feel sick.

She closed her eyes, her mind blank, waiting for her churning stomach to subside.

Gwen forced herself to suppress the urge to vomit. She knew that she couldn't vomit at such times. Otherwise, after vomiting two or three times, she would be exhausted. By then, she wouldn't even have the strength to ride a horse, let alone pick up a weapon to fight. She had experience with this.